Irina’s POV
As soon as I stepped into my room inside the pack house, the door closed behind me with a soft click.
I was so tired of dealing with these games.
I thought they would stop once Arlette died, but it seems they will continue for a while, and my patience was at its limit.
“You could always challenge them,” Theia pointed out, but I shook my head.
“They will die against me.”
“Perhaps they need to see that to respect you,” She countered, but I differed with her opinion.
I didn’t want to rule based on fear.
I wanted the pack members to like me, to think of me as their mother, as their Luna. I didn’t want to become a tyrant, or for Aiden to be seen as one.
The problem is, many pack members remember what happened during that Alpha Gathering, and the rumors about Aiden ha
